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    The Top 10 Grossest Places to Eat

    By | Shine Food – Wed, Aug 1, 2012 12:09 PM EDT

    by Kelly Senyei, Gourmet
    A few weeks ago I was at a nail salon when I smelled an unordinary odor amid wafts of nail polish, tool sanitizer, and cuticle oil: It was a full-bodied whiff of none other than Italian salad dressing. I peered over my shoulder to discover a woman perched atop a pedicure chair, toes submerged in sudsy foam, fork full throttle from her mouth to a large bowl of pasta salad with roasted summer vegetables.

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    My eyes wandered downward, as the nail technician dried her feet and began razoring off dead skin from her heels like fresh curls from a parmesan wheel. My first reaction: nausea. My second reaction: Who eats in a nail salon?

    Naturally, I shared this story with my fellow editors at Gourmet Live and Epicurious, which led to a passionate discussion about the grossest places ever to eat a meal. We're counting down our Top 10, but we want you to weigh in with your vote below for the nastiest location to chow down.

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    10. Tattoo parlor
    9. Doctor's office
    8. Your desk at work
    7. Funeral home
    6. Swimming pool
    5. Pet store
    4. Gym
    3. Subway
    2. Nail salon
    1. Bathroom

    Agree? Disagree? Where do you think is the grossest place to dig in to a dish?

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